But because I was finally, fully, present for the thing that mattered.
The update arrived not with a fanfare, but with a small, sticky hand patting my face. The sun hadn’t fully cleared the chimneys of the terraced houses across the street. Outside, a raw West Yorkshire spring—half wind, half hope—rattled the bin bags left out for Monday’s collection. proud father v0 13 0 easter westy
I didn’t blame him. Men of his generation weren’t given the update. They shipped with bugs we’re still debugging. But because I was finally, fully, present for
I paused. Honest answer? I don’t know anymore. I was raised with the resurrection story—the stone rolled away, the empty tomb. Now I’m something vaguer. A hopeful agnostic. A father who wants his son to have wonder without walls. But because I was finally